Every day he tried to make Galatea up in gold and purple, for that was the name he had given to this mistress of his heart. He embraced and kissed it, But it's always a statue. in despair he went to Aphrodite's shrine for help.

Even as he gazed at it a change came over it.

Back home, he went straight up to the statue.

Offering rich sacrifice and sending up a passionate prayer, He begged the goddess to give him a wife as graceful as Galatea.

Pygmalion stood speechless when Galatea began to move towards him.

A faint colour appeared on its cheeks, a gleam shone from its eyes and its lips opened into as sweet smile.

She was simple and sweet and alive!

Pygmalion, King of Cyprus, was a famous sculptor. He made an ivory image of a woman so lovely that he fell in love with it.

Soon the room was ringing with her sliver voice.

The work of his own hands became his wife.